I can’t explain, but I wanna try / There’s this image of you and I / And it goes dancing by in the morning / And in the night time
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I wanna be your vacuum cleaner / Breathing in your dust / I wanna be your Ford Cortina / I will never rust
Lady, where has your love gone? / I was looking, but can’t find it anywhere / They always offer when there’s loads of love around / But when you’re short of some, it’s nowhere to be found
Have you got colour in your cheeks? / Do you ever get that fear that you can’t shift / The type that sticks around like summat in your teeth? / Are there some aces up your sleeve?
You used to get it in your fishnets / Now you only get it in your night dress / Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness / Landed in a very common crisis
Made me kiss ya’ with a whisper / And violently you swung, through unfamiliar tounge / Couldn’t listen to tradition, grabbed me by the wrist to silently insist / And when I’m in the confines of crawling walls, you hold me in place
(Shall I keep rolling?) / Well, oh, they might wear classic Reeboks / Or knackered Converse / Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks
Your love is like a studded leather headlock / Your kiss it could put creases in the rain / You’re rarer than a can of Dandelion and Burdock / And those other girls are just postmix lemonade
Open Sesame (we’ve places to go) / We’ve people to see (let’s put ‘em on hold) / There’s all sorts of shapes / That I bet you can make
I’m going back to 505 / If it’s a seven hour flight / Or a forty-five minute drive / In my imagination